Feng Yexuan's heart tightened, he squatted down and reached out to touch the blood on the ground.
Even though it had been wiped, it could still be seen that it was a huge mass at the time and seemed to be flowing everywhere.
He couldn't imagine what kind of injury caused so much blood?
But when he saw her again, she was indeed fine, with no obvious external injuries.
Perhaps the most serious injury was her hand.
However, so much blood could not have come from the wounds on the hands.
"Your Majesty, this blood...maybe not Miss Li's."
Leng Ji recalled what she had seen Chu Qianli in the past two days, and indeed she did not see any serious injuries on Chu Qianli's body.
Feng Yexuan didn't say anything, but his heart was tense.
If it wasn't hers, then who else had been here during this time?
How could he not be discovered if he was injured so badly?
"My lord, don't worry. Although I don't know whose blood this blood belongs to, at least the girl Li we met is very good."
Leng Ji had rarely seen the prince look so ugly. Those two eyebrows were tightly locked together, which must have made him feel very uncomfortable.
He just wanted to appease.
Feng Yexuan glanced at him, holding back the stinging pain in his heart, and said coldly: "Why should I be worried? Isn't that woman pretty well behaved?"
"This... is, there is no need... to worry, Miss Li is... very good now."
As someone who couldn't figure out the prince's thoughts, Leng Ji didn't even dare to breathe hard.
Being with you is like being with a tiger, you can make people sweat at any time.
"Your Majesty, um... Your Majesty, let me see what else is in the room, hehe, hehe..."
Leng Ji quickly left from the door.
Feng Yexuan's eyes were still locked on the traces left by the pool of blood.
What appeared in front of her eyes was the image of a large pool of scarlet blood flowing from her body.
But there was no such serious injury on her body. If there were, it would be impossible for her breath to be so stable.
what is going on?
"Your Majesty!" Leng Ji suddenly discovered something and looked shocked.
"Your Majesty, this...is this you?"
Feng Yexuan frowned and finally recovered from the blood stains.
It can't be hers. She doesn't have any problem now, she's just a little weak and pale.
But at least the people are nice.
As for whose blood this pool of blood belongs to, he will order someone to investigate clearly.
Feng Yexuan looked at the paper Leng Ji picked up from the table, his eyes darkened, and he walked over slowly.
It's already dawn.
A few rays of light filtered in from the window and shone on the paper, illuminating the portrait on the paper clearly.
Leng Ji, who was holding the painting, looked at the portrait, and then at Feng Yexuan. After the shock, he was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "My lord, it's really you!"
"Who allowed you to touch her things?" Feng Yexuan's face darkened.
With a flick of his long sleeve, the painting fell into his hands.
His back.
Although only half of her face can be seen in profile, her painting skills are very good and the paintings are very similar.
One look and you'll know who it is.
This woman, for no reason, would secretly draw him?
Feng Yexuan's heart was shaken. After being shaken, his eyes suddenly darkened: "Just put it on the table?"
"No, my subordinates took it out from here."
Leng Ji pointed to a pile of papers beside him.
Some have weird symbols written on them, and some are clearly written words. I seem to understand them, but I also seem not to understand them.
There are three words that Feng Yexuan thinks he understands, but those words are clearly wrong.
Seeing him almost gave him a nervous breakdown, but he was also inexplicably excited.
Ye Xuan, this is clearly his name, but why is the last name different?
Why did her last name written as "风" instead of "风".
The word "wind" seems like it, but it's not accurate.
Could it be that the woman was illiterate and even spelled his last name wrong?
He doesn't look like such a stupid person, but he doesn't even know the simplest word "wind".
It's so...so stupid.
"Your Majesty, did Miss Li write your name?"
Leng Ji also discovered this, but Miss Li even spelled the prince's surname wrong, which showed that her cultural level was really low.
As for this painting...
Leng Ji still couldn't help it, and quietly took a look at the scroll.
"Your Majesty, Miss Li secretly drew your picture and silently wrote your name. How much Miss Li likes you!"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Feng Yexuan said coldly.
In my heart, I felt inexplicably uneasy.
Did the dead woman really secretly draw his portrait and write his name, or did she do this on purpose to confuse him?
Leng Ji didn't understand: "My lord, are you unhappy?"
Feng Yexuan said nothing, put away the painting, and took away the words she wrote.
"Throw away all the other ones to me and give her a new batch."
"Why?" It's so good, why do you want to throw away Miss Li's things?
No, the prince took away all the paper that Miss Li used, including some papers with random symbols written on them.
What he was asked to throw away was unused.
Leng Ji was completely confused: "It's a good thing, it's a pity to throw it away. If the prince is afraid that Miss Li won't have enough, my subordinate will send some new ones... That's it."
Under Feng Yexuan's gaze, which was as cold as ice, Leng Ji's voice became smaller and smaller.
By the end, his voice was so soft that he could barely hear it.
Feng Yexuan was a little annoyed with him.
Not only do you talk too much, but you are also very stupid!
If he didn't throw them all away, would he tell the woman that he had taken away all her calligraphy and paintings?
"Order someone to come and tidy up this bedroom!"
He walked away.
When he walked to the door, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the remaining blood stains.
After all, whose blood is it?
"Let me check carefully. Who else has been here during this period?"
"yes!"
At this moment, Leng Ji finally became wise and knew that the prince wanted to find out the owner of this pool of blood.
Fortunately, Miss Li is still fine now. This pool of blood is definitely not hers.
Otherwise, if something happened to Miss Li during those few days of being imprisoned, the prince... would regret it for the rest of his life, right?
...When Feng Yexuan returned to Wuzhouyuan, the sky was already completely bright.
Leng Ji looked surprised when he saw the two figures waiting outside the door.
"Miss Huaiyu, you are not well yet, why are you waiting here so early in the morning?"
Leng Ji glanced at the prince.
When the prince came out of Qianyun Pavilion just now, his face didn't look good because of the pool of blood.
But Leng Ji knew that he was hiding the portrait that Chu Qianli had drawn for him, so he still felt a little bit good.
When he saw Chu Huaiyu at this time, the almost invisible aura of joy in the prince's eyes had completely disappeared.
With Xiaoya's support, Chu Huaiyu came to Feng Yexuan with some frivolous and slow steps.
Her voice was always as gentle as a spring breeze: "Your Majesty, Huaiyu has an unkind request, please accept it."
